Cold Feet

Chapter 8

VIOLA

I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.

“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.

“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”

“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”

“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.

“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”

I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.

“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.

“I know you,” Ashley whispers again. “You dirty little girl!” she teases.

I look at her and feign offense. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I smile.

“C’mon. Tell me, tell me!” she whispers, begging like a little child.

I have worked with Ashley for a long time and we are good friends. She knows me well and I know her well too. I’m enjoying stringing her along.

“We didn’t…” I say and let the thought hang in the air.

“…but?” she prompts.

“I had to come back here for the bar limit but you can call me commando,” I say as I sip my drink.

“Commando?” Ashley asks confused and then it hits her. Her hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what I mean. “Oh my…”

I smile at her and wink. Then her eyes flick to a point above and behind my head and a moment later I hear his voice again.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks.

Of course not, and if it was, it would have become vacant right now just for you, I think before I reply. “No, but I’m guessing it’s about to be.”

“That all depends on whether you’ll permit me to be seated,” he smiles as he waits for permission.

What a gentleman, I think wondering what he’s done with my panties.

then add, “You don’t

at Ashley. She gives me a quick wink and then excuses herself from the table. I want to ask her

busy schedule for a few

“You may,” I reply.

is confident. It

his cologne again. It carries a hint of wood and it’s strong. Not in the sense that he has used too much,

blushing between my thighs and I’m pretty sure he knows it. I squeeze my thighs together and feel how soaked

the top wedding planners

can for my clients. They

noble way of

normally compliment women this much? You do know it works wonders, don’t you? I will add

I simply believe in giving credit where

incline my head towards

voice. “Can we put our earlier moment aside? There’s something else I want

about?” I ask

it or not. I believe I’m also

talk business? I start

collaborating. I have a big network of people already

he replies. “I doubt you have someone like

“What exactly is it

out a business card. He returns his wallet to his jacket pocket and hands the card to

but don’t look at it immediately. I am mesmerized by his

a lawyer,”

me hard. A lawyer? What on

for personal reasons

“Well, many couples prefer to have prenups drawn up before they get married. Some even want a last will and

slowly. “Okay, that makes

He sits forward

you mean by

there’s the

it and it goes down the wrong hole. I cough and splutter as I put down the glass. When my coughing fit is done, I take another few sips so my voice

“Yes, divorce,” he repeats.

earlier is wiped out. I feel like I have

one of the most beautiful

One of the most beautiful days. It doesn’t last forever though. Life

I ask incredulously. This time I keep my voice low enough so that the other guests don’t

them,” Rick replies. “But let me give you an idea of what I’m talking

for something as

It’ll make you wonder why ‘till death do us part’ is still being

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